Happy Island

Betty gazed excitedly at the white, gauze-like beach and the emerald-green bushes behind it, the palm leaves swaying in the breeze. She was thrilled to have chosen this new location for her team's summer dance camp. Betty was 　　the summer dance

camp coach. Her company sent out advertisements to every public and private high school in the country every year, offering them summer dance camps to train their cheerleading teams. Winston Girls' High School's cheerleading team was nationally renowned; their seven-layered human pyramid and wave kick were unmatched nationwide, thanks to their annual summer dance camp training—they were now in their seventh year. Summer dance camps are usually held on the main island, but as their company's reputation grew and more schools joined, headquarters decided to establish a camp on an outlying island. This provided more training space and a quieter environment for team members to focus on their training.

Happy Island is such a place. It features a series of small villas that haven't been inhabited for over a decade. These villas were included with the island purchase by the dance camp company. The water supply and all facilities are modern, and two small piers can accommodate supply ships or large yachts from the main island. The support staff had already moved in, and wisps of smoke could be seen rising from the chimneys in the distance. Lunch was ready: roast meat hamburgers, Chinese salad, and Big Island's specialty mineral water and palm fruit coconut milk—it all sounded delicious.

Behind her, twenty high school girls chatted and laughed, carrying or holding gym bags, their footsteps treading on the fine white sand as they walked towards the white house nestled among the palm trees.

After the cheerleaders were assigned rooms, they went to their respective rooms; they shared rooms, while Betty had a suite. She put down her luggage, took off her short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, picked up a set of underwear, and went into the bathroom.

Eighteen-year-old Betty was a sophomore in college, majoring in performing arts. She was a cheerleader from junior high school and continued her cheerleading activities all the way through college. Professional training and years of experience made her stand out among the newly hired coaches at the dance camp. She has a slender figure, firm and full 34C breasts, long waist and hip curves that extend to her seemingly endless legs, and a slightly tanned body that exudes a healthy glow. Her long, wavy brown hair shows no signs of damage or split ends, even after frequent swimming. Water, carrying shower gel, flowed slowly down her pink nipples, over the tuft of brown pubic hair between her legs. She was a tidy girl; her bikini line was impeccably trimmed, and even her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. She closed her eyes, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

Benjamin sat on the observation deck at Pier One, listlessly staring at the shimmering blue sea and the white sand reflecting dazzling light. He and Randall were security guards at this pier; the other pier's security guards were Joan and Belle. His job was relatively easy. Aside from a few fishing boats on holiday trips that were completely out of their depths or yacht owners looking for a romantic island to make love, no one ever ventured to this island. After all, it was off the main shipping lanes, and the locals all knew about the recent change of ownership.

Lunch would arrive in five minutes, and he could probably watch the new cheerleading girls train as he passed the sports field on his way home in the afternoon. He'd heard they were all pretty good-looking. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

Below, he heard the familiar sound of an electric scooter, and a booming voice called out, "Old Ben, lunch's ready!" He didn't need to look to know it was the only male in the logistics team—the cleaner, Aso.

Aso was a short, dark-skinned Filipino who enjoyed having lunch with Ben and Landau every day, followed by a cigar and gruff conversation about the women in the camp. Benjamin struggled to lift his 240-pound frame, grinning widely, "Damn, Aso, what brings you here so early today?" Stepping off the wooden platform, he saw a stunningly beautiful blonde girl sitting in Aso's car. She wore a white tank top that revealed a glimpse of her cute waist, and white suit shorts. Her long, muscular legs were perfectly proportioned, one straight and the other gracefully bent, cleverly concealing any potential exposure. She was smiling at him. Beside Aso stood a shorter girl with long chestnut hair, wearing a white cropped blouse with a loose bow at the waist and suit shorts. She had her arm around Aso's shoulder, flashing him a victory V-sign.

Benjamin paused, "Hey, Aso, having a romantic encounter? Where did you find these two beauties?"

Aso shrugged and said in a thick Filipino accent, "Linda and Mary are from the Winston High School cheerleading squad. They wanted to see if the island's security guards were cool." Both girls gave him charming smiles and greeted him. Benjamin grinned from ear to ear. Beautiful women were truly a sight to behold, he thought, and then, with a wide grin, he said, "Welcome, welcome! Ladies, there's a handsome guy up there too! Randall! Stop reading your martial arts novels and come down to see these two beautiful ladies!"

Randall, six feet tall, muscular, and wearing a Marine Corps hat, appeared at the observation deck exit. He wore sunglasses, and his taut, angular face was expressionless. He gave a cold greeting to the two girls below and began to descend the steps. Linda and Mary screamed excitedly, "Wow! So cool! Handsome guy!"

Randall casually glanced at the dock and said to Benjamin, "There's a yacht moored over there, let's go see what's going on."

At that moment, everyone saw the yacht moored there, its door open. Benjamin grumbled reluctantly,

"Who's some rich guy with nothing better to do? Doesn't he know this is a private island? Ladies, wait a moment, I'll be right back!" He shuffled his heavy body toward the yacht.

Benjamin saw two people already walking on the beach toward him, and a few more appeared at the yacht's entrance. Approaching him were two women with brown skin, wearing dark green cropped shirts and very short dark green shorts. They had a string of bullet pouches on their belts and another string slung across their bodies, and each of them was holding a MAC-10 pistol.

Benjamin thought to himself, "Damn it! How did they get into a paintball game here?" He shouted at the two women, "Hey! Where are you from? This is a private island, you can't play paintball games here! Go back!" The two women seemed not to hear what he was saying and continued walking forward, while three more women dressed similarly got off the yacht and started walking in his direction.

Benjamin was furious. He drew his pistol, aimed, and shouted, "Hey! Stop! This is private..." Before he could finish, a woman suddenly thrust her MAC-10 into the air. "Rat-a-tat-tat!" Several shots rang out, and blood spurted from Benjamin's obese chest. He staggered back, threw down his gun, stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and collapsed onto the sand.

Randall was greeting Asso when he heard the strange rat-a-tat-tat sound. He looked up and saw Benjamin lying on the sand, with five or six fully armed women jogging toward the lookout tower.

"Terrorists!" he shouted, reaching for his gun only to find it still on the watchtower. He turned to Aso and said, "Drive! The terrorists are here!" Then he ran to grab the gun. Aso was terrified and quickly climbed onto the electric scooter. "Run for your lives!" Although he didn't know what was happening, he knew it must be very serious. He quickly grabbed the two girls' hands, pulled them onto the scooter, and drove off. After only a few steps, several spurts of blood suddenly appeared from the back of his head, splashing onto Linda's white shorts, who was closest to him. The two girls screamed in terror. Aso leaned to one side and fell to the left. The electric scooter went out of control and overturned, scattering lunches all over the ground.

The two girls leaped off the overturned vehicle the instant it overturned. Thanks to their regular cheerleading training, they were agile, but the force of the impact caused them to fall onto the gravel road, unable to get up. The sound of semi-automatic rifles rang out from the lookout tower: "Bang! Bang! Bang!" One of the girls running towards the lookout tower jerked backward, then collapsed to the ground. Another clutched her shoulder, rolling on the ground; apparently, she hadn't been hit in a vital area. But the MAC-10s in the hands of the others spewed flames. Randall ducked, falling from the tower, motionless.

Linda and Mary, trembling with fear, hid behind the overturned electric scooter, watching the girls rush onto the lookout tower. "We're doomed! What do we do?" Mary said. Linda said, "No one's come out of the yacht. Looks like these are the terrorists. You stay here, I'll run out, pick up their guns, and kill them!"

"Are you crazy? You might lose your life!"

"We can't just sit here and wait to die!" After saying that, Linda leaped up like an antelope, ran quickly to the beach, grabbed the MAC-10 of the woman who had just been shot, and then turned back and rushed towards the lookout tower. At the top of the stairs, just as two young women were about to come down, Linda raised her gun and unleashed a burst of flame at the two terrorists. Although the two women were ruthless killers, they were still young girls. Caught off guard, they felt a sudden heat in their chests and stomachs, and blood gushed out. They screamed in pain, bent over, and tumbled down the stairs. Another woman appeared at the doorway. Linda raised her gun, pulled the trigger, and heard a "click-clack" sound—she had emptied the magazine!

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No sooner said than done, the woman on stage had already pulled the trigger, "rat-a-tat-tat!" "Oh my god!" Linda's whole body trembled. The bullet hit her firm, protruding right nipple, leaving three red holes in the center of her chest and on her left breast! Wearing a girl's vest, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. The bullet happily pierced through her breasts, penetrated her body, and then landed on the sand. Her whole body went limp, she staggered back a few steps, bent her long legs, threw away the gun, and collapsed on the sand. Three terrorists rushed down and saw a girl on the back of the electric scooter, her hands raised, crying, "No! Don't kill me!"

One of the women raised her gun, about to fire, when a short-haired woman appeared on the watchtower. "Wait!" A pistol was strapped to her belt; she seemed to be the leader. She slowly walked down and said to her subordinates, "Take her up!" Three women with brown skin pulled Mary up to the room on the watchtower.

Inside the room, there was only a single bed, next to a desk with the novel Randall had just been reading on it. On the other side of the bed was a radio station, with channel posters on the wall.

The short-haired woman asked Mary, "Who are you?"

Mary sobbed, "I...I'm from the Winston High School cheerleading team, here for training...Have mercy!"

The short-haired woman turned on the radio, tuned the channel, and said, "Tell them you're having a great time and will be going back later!"

"Base! Speak! It's over." A woman's voice came from the other end.

"I'm Mary. Aso brought us to Pier 1, and we're having a great time! We'll be going back later...There are terrorists!!" Mary suddenly screamed. The short-haired woman shot the radio switch off. She stared at Mary for a moment with a grim face before saying, "I didn't expect you to be so brave! Drag her to bed!"

Two women dragged Mary to the bed. Mary thought to herself, "I'm going all in this time. Even if I die, these are all women; they can't possibly rape me, can they?" She didn't resist, letting the two women pull down her white suit shorts. Underneath, she wore a high-slit lace panty, clearly showing the outline of her bulging mons pubis and tightly clenched labia. The two women handcuffed her hands to the bed frame and then stretched her long, white legs apart.

The short-haired woman said to Mary, "You must be thinking, I'd never rape you because I'm not a man, right? Hehe! You're quite clever. You've probably never experienced the pleasure of being a girl before, haven't you? Soon you will..." As she spoke, she pulled out a pistol and gently rubbed the sight of the barrel against the center of Mary's labia. Mary felt both ashamed and afraid, experiencing waves of shyness and itchy discomfort. Tears streaming down her face, her body flushed, she tried desperately to shrink back, but to no avail. She could only murmur, "No! Please don't! Don't..."

The short-haired woman focused the gun barrel on the area slightly above the center of Mary's labia, rubbing it in a circular motion. She whispered, "Hehe, don't be shy. Who understands girls better than a woman? Relax, enjoy the pleasure!" Mary felt a unique, unprecedented pleasure spreading from her genitals throughout her body, bringing a shy, girlish, and uniquely pleasurable sexual sensation. She couldn't help but moan.

The short-haired woman laughed, "Yes, feels good, doesn't it? Okay, go ahead!" She took a step back, the gun barrel aimed at the center of Mary's labia, and pulled the trigger twice. "Ouch!" Mary screamed, arching her body and immediately clamping her legs together. She writhed and struggled desperately, blood and urine gushing from her missing clitoris and dilated urethra. Her head thrashed from side to side, her mouth wide open, groaning and moaning, then her legs kicked and convulsed, instantly staining the mattress beneath her red.

"Back to the ship." The short-haired woman glanced at the girl still struggling on the bed and walked out of the lookout tower.

Betty surveyed the chaotic scene left behind by the terrorists. She was now alone in the radio tent at Pier 2. A well-built terrorist, a girl probably not even 20 years old, lay curled up on her side, her eyes rolled back, and red streaks of blood trickling from her mouth and nostrils. A volley of machine gun fire had swept across her chest, leaving several red holes in her dark green shorts. One of her breasts had been exposed as she fell, the nipple a dark brown.

Two blonde girls lay side by side beside the radio station, clutching their MAC-10s tightly. Their expressions were one of utter shock. They were both wearing dark green bikinis, their breasts stained crimson with blood. Their shorts revealed their long, brown legs, crossed beneath them. Two Betty's students lay at the tent entrance.

She knelt beside Cui Cui, the young cheerleader who had been hit squarely in the breast by a MAC-10. Her blue and yellow Leica bikini swimsuit was riddled with bullet holes, the chest area stained crimson with blood. The bottom of her swimsuit was a miniskirt, similarly a mix of fiber and bullet holes. Cui Cui's sun-dyed hair cascaded over her beautiful face. Betty gently closed her eyes.

Nina had fallen to her knees when she was shot the first time, before collapsing forward. Her rounded buttocks bounced high, her sun-tanned skin making her halter-neck bikini bottoms appear even whiter. A series of bloody bullet holes ripped through her skin on her back. Betty turned her over. Her breasts, still beautifully curved and firmly supported by her bikini bra, were high and firm, but soaked with blood. As Betty approached, she could even see how the bullets had precisely and neatly pierced the girl's breasts, leaving a series of small bullet holes at their fullest points—the sheer devastation was unimaginable.

Minna lay a little further away, still clutching a Uzi submachine gun tightly in her hand. Her blue bikini bra was riddled with bullets; the girl lay on her back, legs spread wide without any shame, and urination was visible through her crotch.

Alice and Winnie lay together, their guns thrown several feet away. Alice had blocked most of the bullets aimed at Winnie. Red bullet holes, peeking through the fabric or muscle, were visible in the bra area of her pink bikini, on her bare stomach, waist, and genitals. Even in death, the plump Winnie had a cute, round face with a half-smile, her crotch, mons pubis, and lower abdomen where her uterus should be were riddled with bullet holes.

Not far away, hanging upside down on the lookout tower was the body of a short-haired blonde girl, dressed in a short-sleeved uniform and shorts. Two bullet holes pierced her high, firm breasts. She was Joan, the first security guard to be killed. Her companion lay beneath the ladder of the lookout tower, half-naked, wearing only a bikini bottom. Her breasts, ravaged by bullets, were covered in blood and yellowish breast tissue, turned inside out like tofu.

Betty knelt in front of the radio station, twisting the emergency call channel. It was useless. She had risked the lives of six students she had brought to finally seize the station, but it was a short-frequency station used only on the island. She didn't expect to be heard at all, because they weren't communicating with Oshima via 9q radio due to the distance; and because this was private waters, no boat would hear her emergency calls and come to her rescue. So, she didn't expect anyone to answer her.

"Betty? Is that you?" Suddenly, a girl's voice came through the radio.

"Yollan? Really! Yolan, it's you?" Betty exclaimed excitedly.

"Of course! God, I'm so glad to hear your voice! You're alive?"

"Yes, where are you?"

"I'm on a fishing boat, Sophie is here too. Two fishing guys rescued us. We told them there were terrorists attacking us, and you took a few people to steal the radio station. We were gone so long, we thought you were all dead. We're currently anchored in the offshore reefs on the north side of the island; the terrorists won't find us."

"Be careful!"

"We will. Those two handsome guys—Jason and Aon—are taking good care of us. They said it would be best to meet us around dawn tomorrow morning, so we won't be easily spotted. We can take their boat back to the big island!"

"We still have ten classmates hiding in the coconut grove. The dorms have been taken over by terrorists, and everyone's been killed!"

"Were any of the cheerleaders killed in the dorms?"

"No, thankfully Marie reported it to us early! Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, I'll go get ready now!"

Betty breathed a sigh of relief. At least there was still a glimmer of hope that she could rescue a few more cheerleading girls; she would consider it a duty.

Yulan turned off the radio, and Jason and Aion stood behind her. She gave them a charming smile and said, "Betty is the teacher who brought us here. Hmm, we can also rescue ten students."

Jason and Aon exchanged a glance, and Jason said, "Will they be okay spending the night in the woods?"

"No problem. We each brought a sleeping bag when we escaped. We're just wearing less clothing. Many of us are wearing swimsuits because we're going swimming this afternoon. A few are doing small-group training this afternoon, but they're wearing cheerleader uniforms, which are quite short. As long as it's not cold tonight, it'll be fine."

Aon stepped out of the cabin. Sophie was lying on a canvas sun lounger on the deck, her long red hair, slender brown legs, and bright yellow halter-neck bikini exuding a strong youthful aura.

Yulan stared at Jason: "Have I thanked you for saving our lives?"

Jason crossed his arms over his bare chest, smiling shyly: "Several times, haven't you?"

Yulan stood up, like a beautiful folding machine unfolding. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, her long, white neck as graceful as a swan's, her large, pretty eyes, and her perpetually smiling, curved lips. She wore a blue spaghetti-strap tank top and denim shorts, showing off her long, slender legs and beautiful waist and hip curves.

Yulan approached Jason, pulled his arms around her waist, and whispered with a smile, "Do you know that a boy's brave actions can make a girl feel excited?"

Jason felt how soft his arms were, and a girl's fragrance wafted into his nostrils. He sighed.

Yulan said, "Want me to thank you one more time?" She hugged Jason's muscular body tightly, leaned back, and pulled him down onto the bed.

Sophie lazily stood up with a graceful posture. Seeing Aang standing beside her, she murmured, "What a beautiful sunset!"

Aang gazed greedily at the charming, slender girl before him. The setting sun illuminated her red hair, making it shine like jewels. He took Sophie's hand, "You're even more beautiful..." Sophie whispered, then slumped into Aang's arms, closing her eyes so that Aang could savor her soft lips.

Jason almost clumsily pulled off Yulan's tank top, revealing a tight black camisole underneath that completely covered Yulan's still-developing 33B breasts. After he took off Yulan's tank top, he found she was wearing a backless bra underneath, a "Guess the Girl" brand bra with a cute cartoon smiley face of "Guess the Girl" on each nipple.

He muttered, "Aren't you hot wearing so much?"

"That's why I made you take it off! Hehe!" Yulan said, pulling Jason's swim trunks down with both hands. Jason quickened his pace, unhooking Yulan's bra and freeing her breasts. Yulan's fair breasts contrasted sharply with the bronze skin around them. The bra's imprint seemed painted on her chest, and her breasts stood firmly, their base beginning to round, the pink nipples already hard. Jason couldn't resist taking a deep breath and sucking. His hands didn't stop; he unbuckled Yulan's belt, unzipped her denim shorts, pulled them down, and then pulled down her panties. Yulan, impatient for him to remove them, kicked them off herself. Their naked bodies pressed comfortably together, lips locked in a passionate kiss, tongues swirling in each other's mouths, hands caressing each other's bodies, legs rubbing together. Yulan let out a satisfied whimper like a kitten, feeling something hard and sticky rolling in her lower abdomen.

Jason had never made love with such a beautiful girl before. This slender, tall girl seemed to be filled with electricity, making every inch of his skin radiate with joy and exude a relaxed sensuality. Yulan rubbed his hard penis against her mons pubis, then slid it between her labia and thighs. Normally, young girls have long pubic hair between their labia and thighs, but Yulan, because she was wearing a high-cut bikini, had removed the hair along the edges very cleanly with hair removal gel, so the friction of something in that sensitive area was indescribably wonderful. Then, she gently scratched Jason's scrotum with her delicate fingers, guiding his hard penis to rub against the center of her labia, comfortably rubbing her clitoris. Waves of pleasure surged through her, making her moan and cry out in ecstasy. Jason felt that the girl's vulva was already soaked with love juice, and he sealed Yulan's mouth with a kiss before inserting himself. Yulan wasn't a virgin, but her vulva was still tight, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. But the lubrication of the love juice immediately took effect, and the cool emptiness was instantly filled.

Jason thrust in and out with abandon, sometimes penetrating deeply, and sometimes just shallowly. This was the time that tormented Yulan. She desperately wanted him to penetrate to the deepest point and bring her complete pleasure, but the shallow thrusting was a strange and unsatisfying sexual pleasure. In addition, sometimes his fingers would help to play with her clitoris, finally making Yulan burn with desire. Pleasurable molecules exploded throughout her body, and a comfortable electric current filled her entire being, as if lifting her to the clouds. As Yolan closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and screamed, her genitals convulsing violently, Jason collapsed onto her. Although Yolan felt nothing special, she knew Jason had begun to ejaculate. Jason indeed released a large gush of hot semen into Yolan's uterus with pleasure.

While Yolan screamed in ecstasy, in another cabin, Sophie was tightly gripping Aon's waist with her legs, crying out in ecstasy as her genitals began to spasm uncontrollably, finally reaching orgasm. Aon suddenly increased his speed, thrusting to the deepest point and ejaculating violently, filling Sophie's vagina and flowing out.

Sophie opened her eyes wide, but saw nothing. The violent, pleasurable sensation made her lose her memory and sense of her surroundings. She could only ejaculate small, pleasurable molecules that melted throughout her body with the intense pleasure. After Aon ejaculated his last drop, he held Sophie tightly, sweetly kissing her tongue and lips, their bodies still connected…

Betty could already see the outline of the dark fishing boat. They walked towards the rising sun, towards the boat, which seemed to be still. What was going on?

As they stepped onto the beach, Betty saw a slender figure stretching out her arms, waving, jumping, and shouting, “Hey! We’re here!”

It was Yolan! Betty was relieved. "Hurry up!" she waved, and the girls burst out of the coconut grove, ran down the beach, and headed towards the fishing boats.

Sophie was hugged from behind by Aon, watching her female companions run towards her happily. Yulan and Jason sat side by side on the deck. Jason had his arm around her, his left hand lifting up her tank top, revealing she wasn't wearing a bra. His hand was playing with Yulan's left nipple.

Yulan's face flushed red, and she said shyly, "Not now... okay?"

Jason nibbled on her earlobe, breathing on it, and said, "Darling, I've come to say goodbye."

Yulan felt something cold metal pressing against her right nipple. Looking down, she saw it was a large pistol with a silencer. She laughed and said, "What are you doing? You're so naughty!"

"Pfft! Pfft!" Suddenly, two ugly black holes appeared on Yulan's areolas next to her left and right nipples, and blood immediately gushed out. Yulan was knocked back two steps by the force of the bullet, and cried out in pain, "Ouch!" The huge, sensual discomfort made her immediately cover her breasts with her hands, looking at Jason in surprise, not understanding what had happened. Jason did not hesitate. He let go with his left hand, allowing Yulan to fall limply onto the sun chair, spread her long legs that had once driven Jason wild with pleasure, pointed the silencer slightly below the zipper of Yulan's denim shorts, and pulled the trigger twice more.

"Ouch, my God!" Yulan screamed, bloody urine immediately flowing down her legs. She flailed her arms wildly, her body convulsing, coughing up blood, then clamped her legs together, thrashing her hips, writhing and struggling. She was experiencing a unique pleasure that only a young girl could feel.

Before Sophie could understand what was happening, Aon released his hold on her, giving her a slight push. Sophie involuntarily took two steps forward, and Jason accurately drove two bullets into her bulging breasts. She screamed, "Ouch!" and flailed her arms wildly in the air before bending her slender body and long legs, collapsing to her knees on the deck, a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth, convulsing as she fell.

Aon pulled up the mast beside the ship, and with a forceful tug, he discovered a heavy machine gun with a bullet belt hanging from it! He braced the gun...

Betty looked up and saw Sophie fall gracefully onto the ship, her bikini top now stained red. She felt the chill of the water seeping into her bare legs, as if the cold water had seeped into her veins. "Oh no! God! This is a trap!"

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. Too late. Jason comfortably settled himself in the sun chair, the butt of his gun pressing against the steel cable beneath the chair, feeling his already hard penis rubbing against the butt. The girls were running towards him in the sunlight, how comfortable! He pulled the trigger, the world exploding in a vibrating noise.

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

Kiki, running on the far left, was the first to be hit, unaware of what was happening.

Several clumps of dust rose from the sand in front of her, then the leaden stream moved upwards slightly, and coin-sized holes appeared in her mons pubis, stomach, and then her left breast, spurting blood. Kiki cried out, "Aaaaaah!" Pain tore through the midriff of her sky-blue cheerleader uniform's miniskirt, then through the sleeveless top. She stopped, stumbled, and collapsed. Thus ended the blossoming of her sixteen-year-old girlhood.

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

"No!!! Ah!!"

Suddenly, five holes burst from the bra of Jenny's yellow halter-neck bikini, piercing her small but firm breasts. She was spun around. Blood from her lungs was coughed up into her nose and mouth; blood gushed from the five bullet holes. Her suspenders were broken, her bra fell down, and Jenny was already naked from the waist up as she slowly collapsed. The sixteen-year-old girl died in shame.

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

Su Weiwei ran a little slower; she was most proud of her long, white neck and full, mature breasts. The seventeen-year-old girl was already a fully developed young woman.

Suddenly, the beautiful blonde girl was pushed by something and stumbled back a few steps. She looked ahead in confusion, as if some bees were flying around her.

"Ouch!..."

A terrifying numbness began to spread through her body. She looked down and saw that her nipples had been replaced by two bullet holes from the open Leica swimsuit, and blood was gushing out freely. Her blood. She tried to cover the wound with her hands, but her hands were no longer under her control, numb. Then, her legs stopped moving, trying to steady herself but finally bending over. Her vision blurred, and she slowly fell backward onto the sand. At this moment, another red hole appeared in her crotch, and urine flowed out, but she could no longer feel it.

The butt of the gun was vibrating incessantly, like a small massager vibrating his penis, and watching such a slender and beautiful girl being shot down gave Jason unparalleled pleasure.

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

Cynthia had already reached the water's edge, preparing to go into the water, and was walking towards the boat. When the gunshot rang out, she tried to turn and run away, but the bullets were faster than her, catching her face in time. A row of red holes swept into her 36C breasts, forcing all the blood from her heart and lungs to her nose and mouth, gushing out like ketchup being squeezed out of a hot dog stand. Her breasts almost exploded like water balloons, spraying blood all over her.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!" she screamed, her whole body arching, and then another row of concentrated red holes appeared at the crotch of her sky-blue cheerleader miniskirt, blood immediately staining her legs red. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! It's all down there when you hit me!" She screamed again and again in embarrassment. She was so embarrassed! She slowly fell forward, and her blond hair was like a comet, following her body as she fell toward the water.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Brittany has the slender legs and dazzlingly beautiful face of a beauty queen. She has participated in many beauty pageants and won awards every time. The star-striped swimsuit she is wearing now was also a prize in a beauty pageant. Her blond hair danced like golden clouds, and her lips were full and brilliant. Although she was only seventeen, her 36D breasts proudly displayed her mature development. Her swimsuit cleverly revealed a glimpse of her breasts, allowing her to proudly show them to her classmates.

Now, her breasts jiggled, several jets of blood gushing from their bulges. Jason had concentrated all his bullets on her full, conspicuous breasts.

Britney let out a horrified scream: "Aaaaaah!!" and stumbled back several steps, the sand splattered with the blood that had splattered from her breasts. She stopped, lowered her head, and stared blankly at her once proud chest, now riddled with bullet holes, hot blood gushing from each wound, utterly destroyed. Heartbroken, she bent her legs and collapsed onto the sand, her seemingly endless legs bent and spread open towards Jason, uselessly striking a lewd welcoming pose.

Jason then fired a few shots at the girl's perfect mons pubis and the area of her genitals revealed by her open legs. The bullets exploded in the middle of her labia, causing her body to jump and twist for a while, blood and urine gushing out. She kicked her legs wildly for a while before stopping.

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

By the time Lisa saw what was happening, it was too late. Before she could even raise the Uzi submachine gun in her hand, eight fatal bullet holes had already burst through her cheerleader miniskirt. Thick clots of blood gushed from each hole, flowing down her nylon skirt and onto the sand. She let out a long, long scream, each one growing louder with each new bullet hit. Quickness surged through her body without hesitation. For a moment, she felt as if she were soaring into the sky.

At her school, she was famous for her beautiful high kicks. When she kicked her fair, alluring thighs, not only her miniskirt but the entire team's spirit danced with the fluttering of her skirt. Now, she was being riddled with bullets, performing her last dance of her life, screaming, trembling, bleeding, and crying. From her mons pubis to her labia, she was riddled with bullet holes, even her thighs were hit. She lay powerless on the damp sand, her large eyes staring blankly at the sky, her mouth open, her black hair plastered with dying sweat to her forehead, her cheerleader miniskirt woven like a net with the red bullet holes that had taken her beautiful young life.

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

It was Betty's turn, among the girls she led toward their tragic deaths.

Her eyes met Jason's, but at the same time, a deadly stream of lead rushed toward her.

The bullet struck from below her labia in her denim shorts, urethra, clitoris, mons pubis... leaving a trail of small red holes, tearing the fabric that tightly bound her beautiful buttocks, and emerging from behind her plump rear. Although she was these girls' teacher, she herself was, after all, a young girl. When the shameful torment finally destroyed her genitals, she bit her teeth and cried out in pain, "Ouch! It hurts so much! Why did you hit me there?!"

The forced sexual pleasure changed her personality, and her whole body was filled with a strange, peculiar feminine sensation! Her buttocks, pierced by bullets, slowly caused her to sit down on the beach. Her denim shorts were torn open at the crotch by bullets, exposing her bloodied genitals. Jason fired a few more shots, causing her to jump up and down on the beach. Before she completely collapsed, Jason became interested in the magic bra under her shirt. A row of beads bounced off Betty's full breasts, creating several small red flowers, and the magic bra spurted out several streams of blood. It was as if someone had pushed her from the inside, and blood spurted from her front and back. Her once firm, round breasts were pierced with several holes, and blood also gushed from her well-maintained genitals and sensitive clitoris. Her strong, slender legs began to bend, and she fell, her buttocks finally touching the sand. Blood welled in her mouth. She struggled unwillingly, her last thought clinging to her flawless, beautiful body and the joyful, playful life of her youth, until another volley of bullets swept across her high breasts, the kinetic energy sending her twitching and twisting wildly until the bullets stopped, and her body ceased its movements.

Aang stripped Sophie naked. On her genitals, one could still see the two times Aang had ejaculated into her vagina before she woke up that morning; a trickle of fluid flowed out. The semen would never develop in the girl's uterus again. He pushed Sophie's body into the white foam of the sea, and heard a sound:

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

Louise saw Betty fall in front of her, knowing it was her turn next. She ran a few steps to the right and hid behind the terrified Jacqueline. Jason loved hitting girls like this. Satisfied, he drove the bullet into Jieqilin's full, 35B breasts, which bounced under her tank top. As she screamed and arched her back to cover her most prized area, he felt the vibration of his penis and pushed the bullet into the bra area of her revealing blue and white bikini swimsuit, letting her experience the sensation of the bullet penetrating her most sensual spot.

The two girls did almost the same thing, first bending over and screaming, "Ah!! Yaya!", then trembling all over, the bullets hitting their breasts and creating red marks. Then came the groans and cries of death, the sound of blood clots choking in their throats, rising to their small mouths, followed by a slow collapse, writhing and kicking on the sand until they breathed their last.

Louise lay beside Kitty Lin, her legs spread apart, a glimpse of pubic hair, a different color from her blonde hair, visible. However, the color of the pubic hair immediately changed, as Jason blasted a burst of bullets directly into the girl's body through her urethra. Jason kept the machine gun firing until he had riddled Louise's genitals with bullets until he ejaculated with the series of blasts, his semen smearing the machine gun handle.

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

Cathy had already raised her AK-47, but the bullet immediately tore open the bulge of her cheerleader's miniskirt, and blood splattered out. She screamed "Ouch!", threw down the gun, raised her arms high, and stood there like a puppet on strings for a long time before finally collapsing, spitting blood, her body bent over. Her skirt rolled up, and the waves soaked her silk thong, making it transparent and revealing a triangular clump of dark hair. Beneath the torn fabric of her breasts, a mixture of milky white and strawberry red was visible. Her beautiful, rounded buttocks twisted towards the sun and the sea, as if coated with a layer of light.

Jason continued his search for new victims.

"Dada dada dada! Dada dada dada!"

Alice, wearing a white patterned tank top, white denim shorts, and a small straw hat, her long braids playfully perched atop her slightly protruding 33C breasts, was at the back of the group. Her leg had sunk into a sandy swamp, and after much effort, she managed to pull it out—and that was the end of it. Alice trembled violently; her

sexy tank top suddenly shook wildly, and tiny volcanoes erupted from her breasts, which she was so proud of, staining the white tank top red.

"No! No, no, ah no!!!! Ouch, Mom! Ouch, it hurts so much!" she screamed, her hands frantically covering the wound, her soft breasts bouncing, but life was already slipping away from the wound that pierced her back! She staggered two steps, her legs spread, weakly trying to bend, when a series of precise bullets pierced through the crotch of her teenage denim shorts, blood and urine immediately spurting onto the sand, flowing down her long, fair legs. Bounced a few times from the bullet wound, she groaned weakly, "Why...why shoot a girl there..." Her legs bent limply, then she convulsed and collapsed, writhing on the ground before stopping breathing.

"Dada dada dada! Dada dada dada!"

Although Phoebe was only sixteen, she was quite tall. Her long legs stretched out gracefully as if they had no end, and her soft 32B breasts curved into a beautiful line, rising and falling beneath her fitted long-strapped blue floral and white tank top, revealing her slender waist and round, developing buttocks, encased in brown girl's suit shorts. Her golden hair was styled into a cute single braid that hung down behind her fair and slender neck.

Seeing the gun barrel turn towards her, she shoved her best friend Falita, who stumbled a few steps to the side. Phoebe immediately felt a jolt throughout her body, followed by a jerking sensation in her groin area. An unbearable, strange, and intensely pleasurable sexual sensation coursed through her, and she couldn't help but scream, "Ouch! Why are you shooting me there?!"

A few spurts of blood emerged from her slightly protruding breasts, and bloody urine gushed from the crotch of her girlish shorts, flowing down her long legs onto the sand. Phoebus went limp, staggered back two steps, stretched her arms to her sides, twisted her head, opened her mouth wide, closed her eyes tightly, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, and blood clots gushed from her nipples and genitals. She swayed a few times, then bent her long legs and collapsed. She kicked wildly a few times, then her body stiffened, straightened her legs, and remained motionless.

Farita numbly looked at the bodies of her female classmates lying haphazardly on the beach, and slowly walked towards the two handsome men. She had long, soft black hair, and a yellow halter-neck bikini top accentuated her 34B breasts—not exceptionally full, but perfectly complementing her muscular legs.

She raised her hands and murmured to the two men holding machine guns, "No, please don't kill me…please? Please don't kill me…" As she unhooked her bikini top, her firm breasts were exposed, her nipples erect in the morning chill.

"Thud thud thud thud!" Jason pulled the trigger. Several small sand pillars bounced up from the sand around Farita. She cried out in surprise, "Ouch!" Falita smiled and walked towards Jason, saying with a smile, "Thank you... thank you for not killing me..."

"Bang! Bang!"

"Ouch! My breasts..." Falita suddenly screamed, two black holes appearing on her exposed nipples, red blood flowing down. The seventeen-year-old cheerleader looked down and saw that her proud, beautiful breasts had been fatally destroyed. She covered her face with her hands, her bright eyes beginning to darken as she stared at the person next to Jason, who was still holding a smoking pistol. A wave of painful sensuality washed over her, she staggered back two steps, her slender waist twisting, and she collapsed, her legs still kicking involuntarily.

Jason glanced at Aon. "Want me to fire a few more shots?"

Aon was on the radio: "...The north side of the island is solved. Utterly sexist, huh!" He put the receiver down briefly and said to Jason, "No need, the mission is complete."

(The End)

Betty gazed excitedly at the white gauze-like beach and the emerald-green bushes behind it, the palm leaves swaying in the breeze. She was very proud of herself for choosing this new location to bring her team here for their summer dance camp.

Betty was the summer dance camp coach. Her company sent advertisements to every public and private high school in the country every year, offering them summer dance camps to train their cheerleading teams. The cheerleading team at Winston Private Girls' High School is nationally renowned. Their seven-layered human pyramid and wave-like flying kick are unmatched nationwide, thanks to their annual summer dance camp training – now in their seventh year. Typically, the summer dance camp is held on the main island, but as their company's reputation grew and more schools participated, headquarters decided to establish a camp on an outlying island. This provided more training space and a quieter environment for the team members to focus on their training.

Happy Island is such a place. It features a series of villas that haven't been inhabited for over a decade. These villas were included with the island purchase by the dance camp company. The water supply system and all facilities here are modern, and the two small piers can accommodate supply ships or large yachts from the Big Island. The logistics staff have already moved in; smoke can be seen rising from the chimneys in the distance. Lunch for today is ready: roast meat hamburgers, Chinese salad, and Big Island's specialty mineral water and palm fruit coconut milk—it sounds mouthwatering.

Behind her, twenty high school girls chatted and laughed, carrying or holding gym bags, walking on the fine white sand towards the white houses hidden among the palm trees.

After the cheerleaders were assigned rooms, they went to their respective rooms; they shared rooms, while Betty had a suite. She put down her luggage, took off her short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, picked up a set of underwear, and went into the bathroom.

Eighteen-year-old Betty was a sophomore in college, majoring in performing arts. She had been a cheerleader since middle school and continued her activities into college. Professional training combined with years of experience made her stand out among the newly hired coaches at the dance camp. She had a slender figure, firm 34C breasts, a long waist-hip curve that stretched to her seemingly endless legs, and a slightly tanned body that exuded a healthy glow. Her long, wavy brown hair showed no signs of damage or split ends, even after frequent swimming. Water, carrying shower gel, flowed slowly down her pink nipples, over the tuft of brown pubic hair between her legs. She was a tidy girl; her bikini line was impeccably trimmed, and even her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. She closed her eyes, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

Benjamin sat on the observation deck at Pier One, listlessly staring at the shimmering blue sea and the white sand reflecting dazzling light. He and Randall were security guards at this pier; the other pier's security guards were Joan and Belle. His job was relatively easy. Aside from a few fishing boats on holiday trips that were completely out of their depths or yacht owners looking for a romantic island to make love, no one ever ventured to this island. After all, it was off the main shipping lanes, and the locals all knew about the recent change of ownership.

Lunch would arrive in five minutes, and he could probably watch the new cheerleading girls train as he passed the sports field on his way home in the afternoon. He'd heard they were all pretty good-looking. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

Below, he heard the familiar sound of an electric scooter, and a booming voice called out, "Old Ben, lunch's ready!" He didn't need to look to know it was the only male in the logistics team—the cleaner, Aso.

Aso was a short, dark-skinned Filipino who enjoyed having lunch with Ben and Landau every day, lighting a cigar, and talking crudely about the women in the camp. Benjamin struggled to lift his 240-pound body, grinning widely, "Damn, Aso, what brings you so early today?" Stepping down from the wooden platform, he saw a stunningly beautiful blonde girl sitting in Aso's car. She wore a white tank top that revealed a cute little waist, and white suit shorts. Her long, muscular legs were stretched out, while the other was gracefully bent, cleverly concealing any possible exposure. She was smiling at him. Beside Aso stood a shorter girl with long chestnut hair, wearing a white cropped blouse with a loose bow at the waist and suit shorts. She had her arm around Aso's shoulder, flashing him a victory V-sign.

Benjamin paused, "Hey, Aso, having a romantic encounter? Where did you find these two beauties?"

Aso shrugged and said in a thick Filipino accent, "Linda and Mary are from the Winston High School cheerleading squad. They wanted to see if the island's security guards were cool." Both girls gave him charming smiles and greeted him. Benjamin grinned from ear to ear. Beautiful women were truly a sight to behold, he thought, and then, with a wide grin, he said, "Welcome, welcome! Ladies, there's a handsome guy up there too! Randall! Stop reading your martial arts novels and come down to see these two beautiful ladies!"

Randall, six feet tall, muscular, and wearing a Marine Corps hat, appeared at the observation deck exit. He wore sunglasses, and his taut, angular face was expressionless. He gave a cold greeting to the two girls below and began to descend the steps. Linda and Mary screamed excitedly, "Wow! So cool! Handsome guy!"

Randall casually glanced at the dock and said to Benjamin, "There's a yacht moored over there, let's go see what's going on."

At that moment, everyone saw the yacht moored there, its door open. Benjamin grumbled reluctantly,

"Who's this rich guy with nothing better to do than not know this is a private island? Ladies, wait a moment, I'll be right back!" He shuffled his heavy body toward the yacht.

Benjamin saw two people already walking on the beach towards him, and several more people appeared at the yacht's entrance. Two women with brown skin approached him, wearing dark green cropped shirts and very short dark green shorts. They had a string of bullet pouches on their belts and slung across their bodies, and each carried a MAC-10 pistol.

Benjamin thought, "Damn it! How did they get here for a paintball game?" He shouted at the two women, "Hey! Where are you from? This is a private island, you can't play paintball here! Go back!" The two women seemed not to hear him and continued walking, while three more women dressed similarly disembarked from the yacht and began walking in his direction.

Benjamin was furious. He drew his pistol, aimed, and shouted, "Hey! Stop! This is private..." Before he could finish, a woman suddenly thrust her MAC-10 into the air. "Rat-a-tat-tat!" Several shots rang out, and blood spurted from Benjamin's obese chest. He staggered back, threw down his gun, stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and collapsed onto the sand.

Randall was greeting Asso when he heard the strange rat-a-tat-tat sound. He looked up and saw Benjamin lying on the sand, with five or six fully armed women jogging toward the lookout tower.

"Terrorists!" he shouted, reaching for his gun only to find it still on the watchtower. He turned to Aso and said, "Drive! The terrorists are here!" Then he ran to grab the gun. Aso was terrified and quickly climbed onto the electric scooter. "Run for your lives!" Although he didn't know what was happening, he knew it must be very serious. He quickly grabbed the two girls' hands, pulled them onto the scooter, and drove off. After only a few steps, several spurts of blood suddenly appeared from the back of his head, splashing onto Linda's white shorts, who was closest to him. The two girls screamed in terror. Aso leaned to one side and fell to the left. The electric scooter went out of control and overturned, scattering lunches all over the ground.

The two girls leaped off the overturned vehicle the instant it overturned. Thanks to their regular cheerleading training, they were agile, but the force of the impact caused them to fall onto the gravel road, unable to get up. The sound of semi-automatic rifles rang out from the lookout tower: "Bang! Bang! Bang!" One of the girls running towards the lookout tower jerked backward, then collapsed to the ground. Another clutched her shoulder, rolling on the ground; apparently, she hadn't been hit in a vital area. But the MAC-10s in the hands of the others spewed flames. Randall ducked, falling from the tower, motionless.

Linda and Mary, trembling with fear, hid behind the overturned electric scooter, watching the girls rush onto the lookout tower. "We're doomed! What do we do?" Mary said. Linda said, "No one's come out of the yacht. Looks like these are the terrorists. You stay here, I'll run out, pick up their guns, and kill them!"

"Are you crazy? You might lose your life!"

"We can't just sit here and wait to die!" After saying that, Linda leaped up like an antelope, ran quickly to the beach, grabbed the MAC-10 of the woman who had just been shot, and then turned back and rushed towards the lookout tower. At the top of the stairs, just as two young women were about to come down, Linda raised her gun and unleashed a burst of flame at the two terrorists. Although the two women were ruthless killers, they were still young girls. Caught off guard, they felt a sudden heat in their chests and stomachs, and blood gushed out. They screamed in pain, bent over, and tumbled down the stairs. Another woman appeared at the doorway. Linda raised her gun, pulled the trigger, and heard a "click-clack" sound—she had emptied the magazine!

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No sooner said than done, the woman on stage had already pulled the trigger, "rat-a-tat-tat!" "Oh my god!" Linda's whole body trembled violently as the bullet struck her firm, protruding right nipple, leaving three red holes in the center of her chest and on her left breast! Wearing a girl's tank top, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. The bullet happily pierced through her breasts, penetrated her body, and then landed on the sand. Her whole body went limp, she staggered back a few steps, bent her long legs, threw down the gun, and collapsed on the sand. Three terrorists rushed down and saw a girl on the back of the electric scooter, her hands raised, crying, "No! Don't kill me!"

One of the women raised her gun, about to fire, when a short-haired woman appeared on the watchtower. "Wait!" A pistol was strapped to her belt; she seemed to be the leader. She slowly walked down and said to her subordinates, "Take her up!" Three women with brown skin pulled Mary up to the room on the watchtower.

Inside the room, there was only a single bed, next to a desk with the novel Randall had just been reading on it. On the other side of the bed was a radio station, with channel posters on the wall.

The short-haired woman asked Mary, "Who are you?"

Mary sobbed, "I...I'm from the Winston High School cheerleading team, here for training...Have mercy!"

The short-haired woman turned on the radio, tuned the channel, and said, "Tell them you're having a great time and will be going back later!"

"Base! Speak! It's over." A woman's voice came from the other end.

"I'm Mary. Aso brought us to Pier 1, and we're having a great time! We'll be going back later...There are terrorists!!" Mary suddenly screamed. The short-haired woman shot the radio switch off. She stared at Mary for a moment with a grim face before saying, "I didn't expect you to be so brave! Drag her to bed!"

Two women dragged Mary to the bed. Mary thought to herself, "I'm going all in this time. Even if I die, these are all women; they can't possibly rape me, can they?" She didn't resist, letting the two women pull down her white suit shorts. Underneath, she wore a high-slit lace panty, clearly showing the outline of her bulging mons pubis and tightly clenched labia. The two women handcuffed her hands to the bed frame and then stretched her long, white legs apart.

The short-haired woman said to Mary, "You must be thinking, I'd never rape you because I'm not a man, right? Hehe! You're quite clever. You've probably never experienced the pleasure of being a girl before, haven't you? Soon you will..." As she spoke, she pulled out a pistol and gently rubbed the sight of the barrel against the center of Mary's labia. Mary felt both ashamed and afraid, experiencing waves of shyness and itchy discomfort. Tears streaming down her face, her body flushed, she tried desperately to shrink back, but to no avail. She could only murmur, "No! Please don't! Don't..."

The short-haired woman focused the gun barrel on the area slightly above the center of Mary's labia, rubbing it in a circular motion. She whispered, "Hehe, don't be shy. Who understands girls better than a woman? Relax, enjoy the pleasure!" Mary felt a unique, unprecedented pleasure spreading from her genitals throughout her body, bringing a shy, girlish, and uniquely pleasurable sexual sensation. She couldn't help but moan.

The short-haired woman laughed, "Yes, feels good, doesn't it? Okay, go ahead!" She took a step back, the gun barrel aimed at the center of Mary's labia, and pulled the trigger twice. "Ouch!" Mary screamed, arching her body and immediately clamping her legs together. She writhed and struggled desperately, blood and urine gushing from her missing clitoris and dilated urethra. Her head thrashed from side to side, her mouth wide open, groaning and moaning, then her legs kicked and convulsed, instantly staining the mattress beneath her red.

"Back to the ship." The short-haired woman glanced at the girl still struggling on the bed and walked out of the lookout tower.

Betty surveyed the chaotic scene left behind by the terrorists. She was now alone in the radio tent at Pier 2. A well-built terrorist, a young woman probably not yet 20, lay curled up on her side, her eyes rolled back, and red blood vessels trickling from her mouth and nostrils. A volley of machine gun fire swept across her chest, leaving several red holes in her dark green shorts. One of her breasts was exposed as she fell, its nipple a deep brown.

Two blonde girls lay side by side beside the radio station, their hands still clutching their MAC-10s. Their expressions were one of utter shock. They were both wearing dark green bikinis, the breasts stained crimson with blood. Their shorts revealed their long, brown legs, crossed beneath them. Two Betty's students lay at the tent entrance.

She knelt beside Cui Cui, the young cheerleader who had been hit squarely in the breast by a MAC-10. Her blue and yellow Leica bikini was riddled with bullet holes, the chest area completely stained crimson with blood. The lower part of her swimsuit was a miniskirt, similarly a mix of fiber and bullet holes. Cui Cui's sun-dyed hair cascaded over her beautiful face. Betty gently closed her eyes.

Nina had fallen to her knees when she was shot the first time, before collapsing forward. Her rounded buttocks were raised high, her sun-tanned skin making her halter-neck bikini bottoms appear even whiter. There was a series of bloody bullet holes protruding from her back. Betty turned her over; her high breasts, still beautifully curved and firmly supported by her bikini bra, were now soaked with blood. As Betty approached, she could even see how precisely and neatly the bullets had entered the girl's breasts, leaving a string of small bullet holes at the fullest part of her breasts—it was hard to imagine the immense damage those bullets had caused.

Minna lay a little further away, still clutching a Uzi submachine gun tightly in her hand. A volley of bullets swept across the bra of her blue bikini. The girl lay on her back, her legs spread wide without any shame, and you could see her urine was leaking from her crotch.

Alice and Winnie lay together, both of their guns thrown several feet away. Alice had blocked most of the bullets aimed at Winnie. Red bullet holes, revealing fabric fibers or muscle, were visible in the bra area of her pink bikini, on her bare stomach, waist, and genitals. Even in death, chubby Winnie retained her adorable round face, a half-smile playing on her lips. Her crotch, mons pubis, and lower abdomen, where her uterus

should be, were riddled with bullet holes. Not far away, hanging upside down on the watchtower was the body of a short-haired blonde girl, dressed in a short-sleeved uniform and shorts. Two bullet holes pierced her high, firm breasts. She was the first security guard, Joan, to be killed. Her companion lay beneath the ladder of the watchtower, half-naked, clad only in a bikini bottom. Her breasts, ravaged by bullets, were covered in blood and yellowish breast tissue, turned inside out like tofu.

Betty knelt before the radio, twisting the emergency call channel. But it was no use. She risked the lives of the six students she brought to finally seize the radio station, but it was a short-frequency station used only on the island. She didn't expect to be heard at all, because they weren't connected to the main island via 9q radio due to the distance; and because this was private waters, no boat would hear her emergency call and come to her rescue. So, she didn't expect anyone to answer her.

"Betty? Is that you?" Suddenly, a girl's voice came from the radio.

"Yollan? Really! Yolan, it's you?" Betty exclaimed excitedly.

"Of course! God, I'm so glad to hear your voice! You're alive?"

"Yes, where are you?"

"I'm on a fishing boat, Sophie is here too. Two fishing guys rescued us. We told them there were terrorists attacking us, and you took a few people to steal the radio station. We were gone so long, we thought you were all dead. We're currently anchored in the offshore reefs on the north side of the island; the terrorists won't find us."

"Be careful!"

"We will. Those two handsome guys—Jason and Aon—are taking good care of us. They said it would be best to meet us around dawn tomorrow morning, so we won't be easily spotted. We can take their boat back to the big island!"

"We still have ten classmates hiding in the coconut grove. The dorms have been taken over by terrorists, and everyone's been killed!"

"Were any of the cheerleaders killed in the dorms?"

"No, thankfully Marie reported it to us early! Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, I'll go get ready now!"

Betty breathed a sigh of relief. At least there was still a glimmer of hope that she could rescue a few more cheerleading girls; she would consider it a duty.

Yulan turned off the radio, and Jason and Aion stood behind her. She gave them a charming smile and said, "Betty is the teacher who brought us here. Hmm, we can also rescue ten students."

Jason and Aon exchanged a glance, and Jason said, "Will they be okay spending the night in the woods?"

"No problem. We each brought a sleeping bag when we escaped. We're just wearing less clothing. Many of us are wearing swimsuits because we're going swimming this afternoon. A few are doing small-group training this afternoon, but they're wearing cheerleader uniforms, which are quite short. As long as it's not cold tonight, it'll be fine."

Aon stepped out of the cabin. Sophie was lying on a canvas sun lounger on the deck, her long red hair, slender brown legs, and bright yellow halter-neck bikini exuding a strong youthful aura.

Yulan stared at Jason: "Have I thanked you for saving our lives?"

Jason crossed his arms over his bare chest, smiling shyly: "Several times, haven't you?"

Yulan stood up, like a beautiful folding machine unfolding. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, her long, white neck as graceful as a swan's, her large, pretty eyes, and her perpetually smiling, curved lips. She wore a blue spaghetti-strap tank top and denim shorts, showing off her long, slender legs and beautiful waist and hip curves.

Yulan approached Jason, pulled his arms around her waist, and whispered with a smile, "Do you know that a boy's brave actions can make a girl feel excited?"

Jason felt how soft his arms were, and a girl's fragrance wafted into his nostrils. He sighed.

Yulan said, "Want me to thank you one more time?" She hugged Jason's muscular body tightly, leaned back, and pulled him down onto the bed.

Sophie lazily stood up with a graceful posture. Seeing Aang standing beside her, she murmured, "What a beautiful sunset!"

Aang gazed greedily at the charming, slender girl before him. The setting sun illuminated her red hair, making it shine like jewels. He took Sophie's hand, "You're even more beautiful..." Sophie whispered, then slumped into Aang's arms, closing her eyes so that Aang could savor her soft lips.

Jason almost clumsily pulled off Yulan's tank top, revealing a tight black camisole underneath that completely covered Yulan's still-developing 33B breasts. After he took off Yulan's tank top, he found she was wearing a backless bra underneath, a "Girl's Guess" brand bra with a cute cartoon smiley face of a "Guess Girl" on each nipple.

He muttered, "Wearing so much, isn't she hot?"

"That's why I want you to take it off! Hehe!" Yulan said, pulling Jason's swim trunks down with both hands. Jason quickened his pace, unhooking Yulan's bra and freeing her breasts. Yulan's fair breasts contrasted sharply with the bronze skin around them. The bra's imprint looked as if it were painted on her chest, and her breasts stood firmly, their bases beginning to round, the pink nipples already hard. Jason couldn't resist taking a deep breath and sucking. His hands didn't stop; he unbuckled Yulan's belt, unzipped her denim shorts, pulled them down, and then pulled down her panties. Yulan, impatient for him to remove them, kicked them off herself. Their naked bodies pressed comfortably together, lips locked in a passionate kiss, tongues swirling in each other's mouths, hands caressing each other's bodies, legs rubbing together. Yulan let out a satisfied whimper like a kitten, feeling something hard and sticky rolling in her lower abdomen.

Jason had never made love with such a beautiful girl before. This slender, tall girl seemed to be filled with electricity, making every inch of his skin radiate with joy and exude a relaxed sensuality. Yulan rubbed his hard penis against her mons pubis, then slid it between her labia and thighs. Normally, young girls have long pubic hair between their labia and thighs, but Yulan, because she was wearing a high-cut bikini, had removed the hair along the edges very cleanly with hair removal gel, so the friction of something in that sensitive area was indescribably wonderful. Then, she gently scratched Jason's scrotum with her delicate fingers, guiding his hard penis to rub against the center of her labia, comfortably rubbing her clitoris. Waves of pleasure surged through her, making her moan and cry out in ecstasy. Jason felt that the girl's vulva was already soaked with love juice, and he sealed Yulan's mouth with a kiss before inserting himself. Yulan wasn't a virgin, but her vulva was still tight, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. But the lubrication of the love juice immediately took effect, and the cool emptiness was instantly filled.

Jason thrust in and out with abandon, sometimes penetrating deeply, and sometimes just shallowly. This was the time that tormented Yulan. She desperately wanted him to penetrate to the deepest point and bring her complete pleasure, but the shallow thrusting was a strange and unsatisfying sexual pleasure. In addition, sometimes his fingers would help to play with her clitoris, finally making Yulan burn with desire. Pleasurable molecules exploded throughout her body, and a comfortable electric current filled her entire being, as if lifting her to the clouds. As Yolan closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and screamed, her genitals convulsing violently, Jason collapsed onto her. Although Yolan felt nothing special, she knew Jason had begun to ejaculate. Jason indeed released a large gush of hot semen into Yolan's uterus with pleasure.

While Yolan screamed in ecstasy, in another cabin, Sophie was tightly gripping Aon's waist with her legs, crying out in ecstasy as her genitals began to spasm uncontrollably, finally reaching orgasm. Aon suddenly increased his speed, thrusting to the deepest point and ejaculating violently, filling Sophie's vagina and flowing out.

Sophie opened her eyes wide, but saw nothing. The violent, pleasurable sensation made her lose her memory and sense of her surroundings. She could only ejaculate small, pleasurable molecules that melted throughout her body with the intense pleasure. After Aon ejaculated his last drop, he held Sophie tightly, sweetly kissing her tongue and lips, their bodies still connected…

Betty could already see the outline of the dark fishing boat. They walked towards the rising sun, towards the boat, which seemed to be still. What was going on?

As they stepped onto the beach, Betty saw a slender figure stretching out her arms, waving, jumping, and shouting, “Hey! We’re here!”

It was Yolan! Betty was relieved. "Hurry up!" she waved, and the girls burst out of the coconut grove, ran down the beach, and headed towards the fishing boats.

Sophie was hugged from behind by Aon, watching her female companions run towards her happily. Yulan and Jason sat side by side on the deck. Jason had his arm around her, his left hand lifting up her tank top, revealing she wasn't wearing a bra. His hand was playing with Yulan's left nipple.

Yulan's face flushed red, and she said shyly, "Not now... okay?"

Jason nibbled on her earlobe, breathing on it, and said, "Darling, I've come to say goodbye."

Yulan felt something cold metal pressing against her right nipple. Looking down, she saw it was a large pistol with a silencer. She laughed and said, "What are you doing? You're so naughty!"

"Pfft! Pfft!" Suddenly, two ugly black holes appeared on Yulan's areolas next to her left and right nipples, and blood immediately gushed out. Yulan was knocked back two steps by the force of the bullet, and cried out in pain, "Ouch!" The huge, sensual discomfort made her immediately cover her breasts with her hands, looking at Jason in surprise, not understanding what had happened. Jason did not hesitate. He let go with his left hand, allowing Yulan to fall limply onto the sun chair, spread her long legs that had once driven Jason wild with pleasure, pointed the silencer slightly below the zipper of Yulan's denim shorts, and pulled the trigger twice more.

"Ouch, my God!" Yulan screamed, bloody urine immediately flowing down her legs. She flailed her arms wildly, her body convulsing, coughing up blood, then clamped her legs together, thrashing her hips, writhing and struggling. She was experiencing a unique pleasure that only a young girl could feel.

Before Sophie could understand what was happening, Aon released his hold on her, giving her a slight push. Sophie involuntarily took two steps forward, and Jason accurately drove two bullets into her bulging breasts. She screamed, "Ouch!" and flailed her arms wildly in the air before bending her slender body and long legs, collapsing to her knees on the deck, a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth, convulsing as she fell.

Aon pulled up the mast beside the ship, and with a forceful tug, he discovered a heavy machine gun with a bullet belt hanging from it! He braced the gun...

Betty looked up and saw Sophie fall gracefully onto the ship, her bikini top now stained red. She felt the chill of the water seeping into her bare legs, as if the cold water had seeped into her veins. "Oh no! God! This is a trap!"

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. Too late. Jason comfortably settled himself in the sun chair, the butt of his gun pressing against the steel cable beneath the chair, feeling his already hard penis rubbing against the butt. The girls were running towards him in the sunlight, how comfortable! He pulled the trigger, the world exploding in a vibrating noise.

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

Kiki, running on the far left, was the first to be hit, unaware of what was happening.

Several clumps of dust rose from the sand in front of her, then the leaden stream moved upwards slightly, and coin-sized holes appeared in her mons pubis, stomach, and then her left breast, spurting blood. Kiki cried out, "Aaaaaah!" Pain tore through the midriff of her sky-blue cheerleader uniform's miniskirt, then through the sleeveless top. She stopped, stumbled, and collapsed. Thus ended the blossoming of her sixteen-year-old girlhood.

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

"No!!! Ah!!"

Suddenly, five holes burst from the bra of Jenny's yellow halter-neck bikini, piercing her small but firm breasts. She was spun around. Blood from her lungs was coughed up into her nose and mouth; blood gushed from the five bullet holes. Her suspenders had snapped, her bra had fallen down, and Jenny was already naked from the waist up as she slowly collapsed. The sixteen-year-old girl died in shame.

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

Su Weiwei ran a little slower; she was most proud of her long, white neck and full, mature breasts. The seventeen-year-old girl was already a fully developed young woman.

Suddenly, the beautiful blonde girl was pushed by something and stumbled back a few steps. She looked ahead in confusion, as if some bees were buzzing around her.

"Ouch!…"

A terrifying numbness began to spread through her body. She looked down and saw that her nipples had been replaced by two bullet holes in the ripped open Leica swimsuit, blood gushing freely. Her blood. She tried to cover the wounds with her hands, but they were numb and wouldn't obey her commands. Then, her legs stopped moving; she tried to steady herself but finally bent over. Her vision blurred, and she slowly fell backward onto the sand. Another red hole appeared in her crotch, and urine flowed out, but she couldn't feel it anymore.

The butt of the gun vibrated incessantly, like a small massager vibrating his penis, and watching such a slender and beautiful girl being shot down gave Jason unparalleled pleasure.

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

Cynthia had already reached the water's edge, preparing to go into the water, and was walking towards the boat. When the gunshot rang out, she tried to turn and run away, but the bullets were faster than her, catching her face in time. A row of red holes swept into her 36C breasts, forcing all the blood from her heart and lungs to her nose and mouth, gushing out like ketchup being squeezed out of a hot dog stand. Her breasts almost exploded like water balloons, spraying blood all over her.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!" she screamed, her whole body arching, and then another row of concentrated red holes appeared at the crotch of her sky-blue cheerleader miniskirt, blood immediately staining her legs red. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! It's all down there when you hit me!" She screamed again and again in embarrassment. She was so embarrassed! She slowly fell forward, and her blond hair was like a comet, following her body as she fell toward the water.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Brittany has the slender legs and dazzlingly beautiful face of a beauty queen. She has participated in many beauty pageants and won awards every time. The star-striped swimsuit she is wearing now was also a prize in a beauty pageant. Her blond hair danced like golden clouds, and her lips were full and brilliant. Although she was only seventeen, her 36D breasts proudly displayed her mature development. Her swimsuit cleverly revealed a glimpse of her breasts, allowing her to proudly show them to her classmates.

Now, her breasts jiggled, several jets of blood gushing from their bulges. Jason had concentrated all his bullets on her full, conspicuous breasts.

Britney let out a horrified scream: "Aaaaaah!!" and stumbled back several steps, the sand splattered with the blood that had splattered from her breasts. She stopped, lowered her head, and stared blankly at her once proud chest, now riddled with bullet holes, hot blood gushing from each wound, utterly destroyed. Heartbroken, she bent her legs and collapsed onto the sand, her seemingly endless legs bent and spread open towards Jason, futilely striking a lewd welcoming pose.

Jason casually fired several shots at the curve of the girl's perfect mons pubis and the area of her genitals revealed by her open legs. Bullets exploded in the middle of her labia, causing her body to jump and writhe for a while, blood and urine gushing out, before she finally stopped kicking wildly for a while.

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

By the time Lisa saw what was happening, it was too late. Before she could even raise the Uzi submachine gun in her hand, eight fatal bullet holes had already burst through her cheerleader miniskirt. Thick clots of blood gushed from each hole, flowing down her nylon skirt and onto the sand. She let out a long, long scream, each one growing louder with each new bullet hit. Quickness surged through her body without hesitation. For a moment, she felt as if she were soaring into the sky.

At her school, she was famous for her beautiful high kicks. When she kicked her fair, alluring thighs, not only her miniskirt but the entire team's spirit danced with the fluttering of her skirt. Now, she was being riddled with bullets, performing her last dance of her life, screaming, trembling, bleeding, and crying. From her mons pubis to her labia, she was riddled with bullet holes, even her thighs were hit. She lay powerless on the damp sand, her large eyes staring blankly at the sky, her mouth open, her black hair plastered with dying sweat to her forehead, her cheerleader miniskirt woven like a net with the red bullet holes that had taken her beautiful young life.

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

It was Betty's turn, among the girls she led toward their tragic deaths.

Her eyes met Jason's, but at the same time, a deadly stream of lead rushed toward her.

The bullet struck from below her labia in her denim shorts, urethra, clitoris, mons pubis... leaving a trail of small red holes, tearing the fabric that tightly bound her beautiful buttocks, and emerging from behind her plump rear. Although she was these girls' teacher, she herself was, after all, a young girl. When the shameful torment finally destroyed her genitals, she bit her teeth and cried out in pain, "Ouch! It hurts so much! Why did you hit me there?!"

The forced sexual pleasure changed her personality, and her whole body was filled with a strange, peculiar feminine sensation! Her buttocks, pierced by bullets, slowly caused her to sit down on the beach. Her denim shorts were torn open at the crotch by bullets, exposing her bloodied genitals. Jason fired a few more shots, causing her to jump up and down on the beach. Before she completely collapsed, Jason became interested in the magic bra under her shirt. A row of beads bounced off Betty's full breasts, creating several small red flowers, and the magic bra spurted out several streams of blood. It was as if someone had pushed her from the inside, and blood spurted from her front and back. Her once firm, round breasts were pierced with several holes, and blood also gushed from her well-maintained genitals and sensitive clitoris. Her strong, slender legs began to bend, and she fell, her buttocks finally touching the sand. Blood welled in her mouth. She struggled unwillingly, her last thought clinging to her flawless, beautiful body and the joyful, playful life of her youth, until another volley of bullets swept across her high breasts, the kinetic energy sending her twitching and twisting wildly until the bullets stopped, and her body ceased its movements.

Aang stripped Sophie naked. On her genitals, one could still see the two times Aang had ejaculated into her vagina before she woke up that morning; a trickle of fluid flowed out. The semen would never develop in the girl's uterus again. He pushed Sophie's body into the white foam of the sea, and heard a sound:

"Thud thud thud thud! Thud thud thud thud!"

Louise saw Betty fall in front of her, knowing it was her turn next. She ran a few steps to the right and hid behind the terrified Jacqueline. Jason loved hitting girls like this. Satisfied, he drove the bullet into Jieqilin's full, 35B breasts, which bounced under her tank top. As she screamed and arched her back to cover her most prized area, he felt the vibration of his penis and pushed the bullet into the bra area of her revealing blue and white bikini swimsuit, letting her experience the sensation of the bullet penetrating her most sensual spot.

The two girls did almost the same thing, first bending over and screaming, "Ah!! Yaya!", then trembling all over, the bullets hitting their breasts and creating red marks. Then came the groans and cries of death, the sound of blood clots choking in their throats, rising to their small mouths, followed by a slow collapse, writhing and kicking on the sand until they breathed their last.

Louise lay beside Kitty Lin, her legs spread apart, a glimpse of pubic hair, a different color from her blonde hair, visible. However, the color of the pubic hair immediately changed, as Jason blasted a burst of bullets directly into the girl's body through her urethra. Jason kept the machine gun firing until he had riddled Louise's genitals with bullets until he ejaculated with the series of blasts, his semen smearing the machine gun handle.

"Dada dada dada! Dada dada dada!"

Cathy had already raised her AK-47, but the bullet immediately ripped open the bulge of her cheerleader's miniskirt, splattering blood. She screamed, dropped the gun, and stood frozen like a puppet, arms outstretched, before collapsing, blood gushing from her mouth. Her skirt billowed up, the waves soaking her silk thong, making it transparent and revealing a triangular clump of dark pubic hair. Beneath the torn fabric of her breasts was a mixture of milky white and strawberry red. Her shapely, rounded buttocks twisted towards the sun and sea, as if bathed in a glow.

Jason continued his search for new victims.

"Dada dada dada! Dada dada dada!"

Alice, wearing a white patterned tank top, white denim shorts, and a small straw hat, with two long braids playfully perched on her slightly protruding 33C breasts, was at the back of the group of girls. She had struggled to pull her leg out of a sandy swamp, and that was the end of it.

Alice trembled all over; her sexy tank top suddenly shook violently, and tiny volcanoes erupted from her breasts, which she was so proud of, staining the white tank top red.

"No! No, no, ah no!!!! Ouch, Mom! Ouch, it hurts so much!" she screamed, her hands frantically covering the wound, her soft breasts bouncing, but life was already slipping away from the wound that pierced her back! She staggered two steps, her legs spread, weakly trying to bend, when a series of precise bullets pierced through the crotch of her teenage denim shorts, blood and urine immediately spurting onto the sand, flowing down her long, fair legs. Bounced a few times from the bullet wound, she groaned weakly, "Why...why shoot a girl there..." Her legs bent limply, then she convulsed and collapsed, writhing on the ground before stopping breathing.

"Dada dada dada! Dada dada dada!"

Although Phoebe was only sixteen, she was quite tall. Her long legs stretched out gracefully as if they had no end, and her soft 32B breasts curved into a beautiful line, rising and falling beneath her fitted long-strapped blue floral and white tank top, revealing her slender waist and round, developing buttocks, encased in brown girl's suit shorts. Her golden hair was styled into a cute single braid that hung down behind her fair and slender neck.

Seeing the gun barrel turn towards her, she shoved her best friend Falita, who stumbled a few steps to the side. But Phoebus immediately felt a jolt throughout her body, and then something seemed to be rummaging through her crotch. An unbearable, strange, and incredibly pleasurable sensation coursed through her body, and she couldn't help but scream, "Ouch! Why are you shooting me there!"

A few spurts of blood appeared from her slightly protruding breasts, and bloody urine gushed from the crotch of her girlish shorts, flowing down her long legs onto the sand. Phoebe's body went limp. She took two steps back, her arms outstretched to her sides, head twisted, mouth wide open, eyes tightly shut, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, while clots of blood gushed from her nipples and genitals. She swayed a few times, then bent her long legs and collapsed. She kicked wildly a few times, then her body stiffened, her legs straightening, and she stopped moving.

Farita numbly looked at the bodies of her female classmates lying haphazardly on the beach, and slowly walked towards the two handsome men. She had long, soft black hair, and a yellow halter-neck bikini top accentuated her 34B breasts, not particularly full, but perfectly complementing her muscular legs.

She raised her hands and murmured to the two men with machine guns in front of her, "No, please don't kill me... please? Please don't kill me..." As she unhooked her bikini top, her firm breasts were exposed, her nipples hard and erect in the morning chill.

"Thud thud thud thud!" Jason pulled the trigger. Several small sand pillars bounced up from the sand around Farita. She cried out in surprise, "Ouch!" Falita smiled and walked towards Jason, saying with a smile, "Thank you... thank you for not killing me..."

"Bang! Bang!"

"Ouch! My breasts..." Falita suddenly screamed, two black holes appearing on her exposed nipples, red blood flowing down. The seventeen-year-old cheerleader looked down and saw that her proud, beautiful breasts had been fatally destroyed. She covered her face with her hands, her bright eyes beginning to darken as she stared at the person next to Jason, who was still holding a smoking pistol. A wave of painful sensuality washed over her, she staggered back two steps, her slender waist twisting, and she collapsed, her legs still kicking involuntarily.

Jason glanced at Aon. "Want me to fire a few more shots?"

Aon was on the radio: "...The north side of the island has been taken care of. Utterly sexist, huh?" He put the receiver down briefly and said to Jason, "No need, the mission is complete."

(The End)

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